Today I picked up a hitchhiker on my way home from Queenstown named Matt. Matt was lovely, 30 years old, escaping england and his job as a lawyer to travel the world, go on safaris, climb mountains and thumb rides.
The trip was short, only fifty minutes long, but within that amount of time, we discovered we were both reading the exact same self-help book at Arty Bee's Bookstore in Wellington 2 weeks ago. I couldn't go through with buying it, I thought "I am too young for this shit," and was mildly embarrassed by the whole thing, luckily Matt bought it, and now when he has finished it he is sending me the book!
It's a small weird world.
3 comments:
You have to tell us the name of the book!
Love you!
You shouldn't be picking up hitchhikers. Be safe, not sorry. Love you Mom. PS: how is the book?
PPS: love your blog : )
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